it is that part of me that understands
you, I become the fluid in your marrow
to reach your heart to hear its true complaint
that you seek not arms but the wings of a sparrow
I leave to leave you no home in me
a place where youcan never hide
and from time to time I'll kiss or curse
the wind that makes to your side
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem